There are butterflies inside me.
I stumble
before I go up on stage.
I grumble
To think what can happen to me.
What if
My knees feel weak and I crumble?
What if
I’m stuck, miss my lines and I fumble?
I mumble…
My fears take a whole new height.
What if
I burp and give you a fright?
Just imagine
If then from inside
Caterpillars crawl out
Like a great green tide…
Told you there were butterflies inside me.
